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The redhead digs her sharp nails in as if she's trying to slice off your nipple and your eyes fly open, revealing unfamiliar streets beyond the bus window. It takes a moment for what this means to register, then you squeal in alarm.

"I've missed my stop!"

"Typical Asian slut," the black guy laughs, whilst the person behind you starts to spank harder, but the bus slows and you break away from your tormentors.

"I-I'm sorry, I have to go," you warble, barely coherent. Nobody impedes you.

The doors open and you stumble out after a couple of blokes and the naked white girl you saw earlier. Unsteady on your feet, you trip on the deep step and only avoid going all your length by grabbing her arm as she turns to head back the way the bus came.

"Oopsie," she says, as though talking to a toddler who's overbalanced while learning to walk. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, thanks," you reply, blushing with embarrassment as you get your feet back under you. "Sorry."

When you set off in the same direction, still a bit wobbly, she falls into step alongside you, spanking your bottom absentmindedly as you go. You think it's only one stop away from your flat, but if she keeps smacking you the whole way, it's really going to smart. You try speeding up and slowing down, but you can't shake her, so you decide to engage in conversation, instead.

"I'm sorry for bumping into you before," you repeat.

"Oh, think nothing of it. I'm happy I was there. Did you really miss your stop because you were enjoying being touched too much, back on the bus?"

You nod, blushing again, then add:

"Do you mind if I ask you something?"

Now it's her turn to nod, although it appears she actually means no.

"Yeah, sure, what can I help you with?"

"I was wondering why you're naked."

"My husband's away at a conference and there was nobody to pick my clothes out this morning before I left for work. Why? You're obviously no stranger to going out in the nude, yourself."

"Yes, but I'm Asian," you reply, without thinking.

"So am I," she retorts, so offended she stops spanking you. "I come from Kazakhstan."

You don't detect any accent that might give her away and think it best to apologise. You're angry with yourself for not considering the possibility and fortunately, she seems mollified by your obvious contrition.

"Well, alright. You're not the first person to make that mistake, although it's usually white men who do it."

After a while, she starts slapping you again, which is odd, because it seems she's only spanking you when she's not angry with you.

"Uh, this might be an equally stupid question, but why are you smacking me?"

She looks at you, puzzled, but she does stop, hand in mid swing.

"You are an Asian spank slut, aren't you?"

In all honesty, that's not a bad description, although not one you'd have picked for yourself.

"Well, no, what I meant was—"

"How did I know? Like everyone else, the way you stand and walk."

She modifies her posture, back arched more, bum pushed out and wiggling from side to side as she walks, as though inviting a smack. You'd not considered it before, but that is how you've been walking. You try to change your gait to make your bottom less prominent, but it feels wrong not to emphasize one of your best features. As soon as you return to normal, she resumes her spanking.

"Did you really not know you were doing it?"

"I'm an alien from another planet, sent here to experience your strange Earth ways," you reply, whimsically. She snorts in response, but the corners of her mouth curl at your joke. "No, I don't know what's wrong with me today," you continue. "I'm just all off."

"You're denial drunk," she pronounces with certainty. "You're so horny you can't think straight. I know what that feels like—but don't look at me to get you off. I'm a happily married woman."

There it is again. Being married (or in any committed relationship, presumably) means you can't give a needy naked girl an orgasm. That's something you really need to change with the Rulebook, as soon as possible. Preferably before you go mad with frustration.